Текст песни Marley Marl f M.C. Shan - Freedom / Give Me My Freedom
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[Verse 1]It`s Shan`s what I`m called, I stand tall and braveAnd me and Marley Marl is as close as a shaveMy rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull biteSuckers always try to sleep on me cause I look lightSee, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brainsTo feel a style of MC, come on, break these chainsSpeak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass itBut every rhyme you ever had could never surpass thisIf rhymes were food, the main source for livinYou would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgivingI don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need emStop jockin me, boy, give me my freedom[Verse 2]I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotlessAnd all year long I been schemin and plottin thisIf beats were cakes, then my rhymes`d get frostedThis is `88 and I still ain`t lost itFor all of those who still got a doubt in their mindThere ain`t a rapper livin bad enough to take mineThere ain`t no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncinStop - if that`s what you`re thinkinWrite rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairsAnd I would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirsInstead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearseBefore we speak we`ll hear the preacher from the deacon firstWe won`t be gathered that day to unite no couple upMarley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)All you dirty low-down better slow down fasterYour technique isn`t good enough to hang with the masterI don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need emStop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punkJockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom[Verse 3]I`m the opposite of what you say a slob isDumpin suckers off is exactly what my job isI`m feared like Napoleon and blessed like BuddahYou couldn`t face me solo, you`d have to bring your crew toDump me off, I don`t recollect the mumbleI ain`t soft, homeboy, and picture me crumbleAnd forget all of those that don`t like my rapI don`t be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crapRappers often brag about their bitin deejayBut they can`t do Marley nothin, no how, so heyIt`s clear to the ear what I`m sayin, sonThat`s why we feel like slaves on the freedom runAnd each and every time a wack rapper walks by meHis head starts singin: Come on and fly me...I don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need emStop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punkJockin me, kid, give me my freedom[Verse 4]We can do this like Brutus, I`m not mad, I`m pissedThis parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on thisYou couldn`t place my rhymes amongst mortal menWhen I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trendI will always exist because I`m bein preservedDon`t agree to set me free, then you gotta be servedI earned a name amongst society as lyrically illBut yet I`m loyal, see, cause marley hooks the beat up stillThere`s no way that you could say there`s a day I`d fessHamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that messMy rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretchedAnd if they was to fall down then the beats would catch itI don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need emStop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punkJockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom